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  Speaker 1: People thought we were weird, but no one really cared
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  Speaker 1: enough to ask questions. Grace and I had been divorced
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  Speaker 1: for eight years, yet we still shared the same apartment.
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  Speaker 1: To outsiders, we looked like two exes who had somehow
• 0:19
  Speaker 1: managed to stay civil. Civil right, That word doesn't even
• 0:24
  Speaker 1: come close. My name is Ben, I'm thirty three years old,
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  Speaker 1: and for the last eight years I've been living in
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  Speaker 1: a cage, or sometimes it feels that way. It all
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  Speaker 1: started after our divorce. I was about to move out
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  Speaker 1: when Grace told me, in her usual cold way, if
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  Speaker 1: you leave, I'll hurt your mother. She knew my mother
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  Speaker 1: was everything to me. Bed ridden after a stroke, she
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  Speaker 1: couldn't even speak properly, let alone protect herself, so I stayed.
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  Speaker 1: Grace was a master manipulator, sweet and charmingly needed, but
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  Speaker 1: behind closed doors she became aims someone else. The first
• 1:01
  Speaker 1: few months, I thought maybe things would get better, but
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  Speaker 1: it only got worse. At night, she locked me in
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  Speaker 1: the basement, just a dim bulb overhead, no windows, and
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  Speaker 1: the smell of damp concrete. She knew I had a
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  Speaker 1: fear of darkness since I was a kid, and she
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  Speaker 1: used it against me. Oh you like it down there,
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  Speaker 1: don't you, she'd laugh from the top of the stairs.
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  Speaker 1: Keeps your mind sharp. I tried to fight back in
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  Speaker 1: the beginning, I really did, but Grace had her ways.
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  Speaker 1: Wet bread that was her weapon. I have a rare allergy,
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  Speaker 1: something about yeast and water mixed together creates a violent
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  Speaker 1: reaction on my skin. She discovered it by accident one day,
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  Speaker 1: and she never let me forget it. Once she pinned
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  Speaker 1: me against the wall and smeared wet bread across my arms.
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  Speaker 1: I streamed in pain as she just told me, Ah,
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  Speaker 1: holding a finger to her lips, don't wake your mother.
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  Speaker 1: I should have called the police, but how do you
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  Speaker 1: explain this kind of madness? Who would believe a grown
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  Speaker 1: man locked in the basement and crying about soggy bread.
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  Speaker 1: One day, I mustered the courage to tell my friend
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  Speaker 1: Raj over the phone. I kept it vague, just said
• 2:11
  Speaker 1: things weren't right at home. Grace overheard. That night, she
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  Speaker 1: didn't lock me in the basement. Instead, she sat me
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  Speaker 1: on the sofa, placed a damp piece of bread on
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  Speaker 1: a plate, and said, tell me what you told Raj.
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  Speaker 1: I trembled. I couldn't look her in the eye. She
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  Speaker 1: leaned forward, pushing the plate closer. Eat it. I couldn't.
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  Speaker 1: I threw up instead. That was the last time I
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  Speaker 1: tried telling anyone over time. She trained me like an animal.
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  Speaker 1: Every time I did something she didn't like, out came
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  Speaker 1: the wet bread. Just seeing it made me freeze. She
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  Speaker 1: even convinced our neighbors that I was mentally unstable. Poor Ben,
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  Speaker 1: she'd say, with a fake pout, he still thinks were married.
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  Speaker 1: My breaking point came when my mother, Grace, didn't tell
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  Speaker 1: me right away. I found out three days later when
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  Speaker 1: the hospital called about funeral arrangements. I sat on the
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  Speaker 1: floor holding the phone, sobbing. I want to go to
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  Speaker 1: her funeral, I said, you'll make a scene. She wouldn't
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  Speaker 1: want that. I begged, cried like a child. I even
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  Speaker 1: offered to wear handcuffs so I could just stand beside
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  Speaker 1: my mother one last time. Grace, last, you're not going anywhere.
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  Speaker 1: That night, I decided to run. I waited until she
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  Speaker 1: fell asleep, and crept up the stairs and slowly opened
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  Speaker 1: the front door. I was one step away from freedom
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  Speaker 1: when I felt something wet slapped the back of my neck.
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  Speaker 1: I dropped the floor and CONVULSI my skin burned. My
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  Speaker 1: body curled into itself and graced above me. Nice try,
• 3:53
  Speaker 1: she whispered. I don't know where I found the strength,
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  Speaker 1: but I grabbed my phone and dialed nine one one. Please,
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  Speaker 1: I cried into the receiver. She's hurting me, Please send someone.
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  Speaker 1: The cops came. Grace opened the door, calm as ever, officers,
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  Speaker 1: I think he's having one of those episodes again. She
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  Speaker 1: handed them fake documents, papers claiming I had schizophrenia, printed
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  Speaker 1: with a forged doctor's letter head. The officers took one
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  Speaker 1: look at me, sweaty, disheveled, arms covered in rashes, and nodded, sir,
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  Speaker 1: we need you to calm down. I screamed that she
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  Speaker 1: was lying and I wasn't crazy, but they didn't believe me.
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  Speaker 1: No one ever did. It's been two years now. Grace
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  Speaker 1: brought someone new into the apartment. His name was Elijah,
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  Speaker 1: mid thirties, jim cut arms and the kind of confidence
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  Speaker 1: that's always mistaken for charm. At first I thought he
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  Speaker 1: was a friend. Then I saw them kissing in the kitchen.
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  Speaker 1: I froze, I don't mind Ben. She told him he
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  Speaker 1: likes to watch. She made it worse with each passing
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  Speaker 1: gay laughing louder, touching him more, whispering, just loud enough
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  Speaker 1: for me to hear. It was deliberate. Elijah didn't know
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  Speaker 1: what I was, who I was. Grace told him I
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  Speaker 1: was mentally challenged. And then came that night. They were
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  Speaker 1: in the living room. I was on the floor nearby,
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  Speaker 1: supposed to be sorting books or whatever. She started unbuckling
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  Speaker 1: his pants right in front of me. Elijah laughed, unsure,
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  Speaker 1: he's just sitting there, he whispered. Grace turned her head
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  Speaker 1: to me, smiling with those dead eyes. Don't worry. He
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  Speaker 1: doesn't mind, does he? And then, with slow deliberation, she
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  Speaker 1: dropped down to her knees, and suddenly something snapped. Maybe
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  Speaker 1: it was rage, maybe it was grief. I stood up calmly.
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  Speaker 1: Elijah looked at me, confused. What's he doing? Grace was busy.
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  Speaker 1: I kicked him hard, right between the legs. He screamed
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  Speaker 1: in pain. The crack of pain that came from him
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  Speaker 1: felt whole. He laughed backwards, gasped, clutching himself. Grace shouted,
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  Speaker 1: spitting blood, and I tried to get up. I was
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  Speaker 1: already at the door. I didn't stop this time. I
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  Speaker 1: ran barefoot through the streets. I didn't know where I
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  Speaker 1: was going, but I knew one thing I was gone.
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  Speaker 1: That was three months ago. Now I have my own
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  Speaker 1: apartment that has windows, sunlight, and I control the locks.
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  Speaker 1: I have scars, sure, but every morning I wake up,
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  Speaker 1: make toast and I laugh because I can. Bread no
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  Speaker 1: longer terrifies me. As for Grace, she's under investigation. Elijah
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  Speaker 1: turns out had secrets of his own, but cops finally
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  Speaker 1: listened after she showed up with the precinct bruised, humiliated
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  Speaker 1: and shaking. The truth has a funny way of surfacing.
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  Speaker 1: On December ninth, twenty twenty three, a dispute in Florida
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  Speaker 1: led to the arrest of psychiatrist Heather Neeli, fifty eight,
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  Speaker 1: for allegedly assaulting her ex husband with wet bread. The
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  Speaker 1: seven year old victim told police that during an argument,
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  Speaker 1: Neelie soaked slices of bread and water and threw it
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  Speaker 1: at them, leaving his shirt wet and covered in pieces.
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  Speaker 1: When questioned, Neelie denied any altercation, but could not explain
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  Speaker 1: the wet bread in the trash. She was charged with
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  Speaker 1: battery on a person who was sixty five or older.
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  Speaker 1: A third degree felony. However, prosecutors later did not pursue
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  Speaker 1: the case, citing insofhyicient grounds for prosecution. Neelie had been
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  Speaker 1: ordered to have no contact with the victim and to
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  Speaker 1: wear an alcohol monitor. I hadn't lived in this quiet
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  Speaker 1: neighborhood for nearly three years. I was keeping mostly to myself.
• 8:02
  Speaker 1: My name was Liam. At twenty five, I was something
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  Speaker 1: of an enigma to the residence around me. I preferred
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  Speaker 1: it that way. My apartment was small, but comfortably chaotic.
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  Speaker 1: It was my haven here. I painted my face in vivid,
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  Speaker 1: unnatural colors, etged tattoos onto my skin, each a memory,
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  Speaker 1: each a rebellion. Music filled the tiny space with loud
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  Speaker 1: electronic beats as I danced erratically, losing myself in the
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  Speaker 1: rhythms that freed my restless spirit. My neighbors thought I
• 8:34
  Speaker 1: was strange. Their wary eyes and whispered conversations as I
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  Speaker 1: passed confirmed it. Perhaps it was the vibrant face paint,
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  Speaker 1: the elaborate tattoos, or my habit of shouting lyrics into
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  Speaker 1: the night. I didn't care much. Isolation suited me just fine.
• 8:51
  Speaker 1: I didn't need their approval. Then she arrived Emma. I
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  Speaker 1: had first seen her through my kitchen window, moving boxes
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  Speaker 1: with her family into her small house across the street.
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  Speaker 1: She seemed ordinary enough, the kind of neighbor who blended
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  Speaker 1: seamlessly into the tapestry of normality around here. She had
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  Speaker 1: the aura of someone who upheld societal norms, who fit
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  Speaker 1: into neat boxes, the ones that I deliberately rejected. It
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  Speaker 1: was an accident, truly. When we first crossed paths one evening,
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  Speaker 1: lost in thought, my face freshly painted in chaotic streaks
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  Speaker 1: of yellow and blue, headphones blaring electronic music, I walked
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  Speaker 1: straight into her. Watch it, she snapped, Recoiling sharply, her
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  Speaker 1: expression transformed from shock to disgust, eyes darting over my
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  Speaker 1: painted face and tattoos. Jesus, what the hell are you
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  Speaker 1: supposed to be? I pause, momentarily startled. The street was
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  Speaker 1: quiet around us, her voice carrying like an accusation. I'm sorry,
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  Speaker 1: I muttered, genuinely taken aback by her harshness. Sorry, isn't
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  Speaker 1: enough have some decency, some basic civil manners? Scaring everyone
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  Speaker 1: around here? She hissed. I felt a flush of embarrassment
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  Speaker 1: mixed with anger. My appearance had never been a source
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  Speaker 1: of shame before, but her contempt stung. She marched away, briskly,
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  Speaker 1: shaking her head in exaggerated disbelief. For days afterwards, her
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  Speaker 1: words replayed in my mind. Emma's disdain represented everything I despised,
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  Speaker 1: the judgmental normacy, the relentless pressure to conform. Slowly, embarrassment
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  Speaker 1: turned to resentment, resentment to anger. I wanted to strike back,
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  Speaker 1: to rattle her complacency, to show her exactly what fear
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  Speaker 1: looked like. I plodded a revenge that fit my personality,
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  Speaker 1: darkly theatrical. The next morning, I pulled on a long
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  Speaker 1: black gown. I fashioned a crown from dried thorns, creaking
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  Speaker 1: my fingers in the process. The tiny droplets of blood
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  Speaker 1: felt fitting, like sacrifices to authenticity. I picked up a
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  Speaker 1: chucky doll I bought impulsively from an oldie shop months earlier.
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  Speaker 1: It's grotesque, grinning face staring blankly ahead. As Emma stepped
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  Speaker 1: from her house, heading for her parked car in the curb,
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  Speaker 1: I emerged from the sunlight. She froze at the sight
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  Speaker 1: of me, her eyes widening in disbelief and terror. I
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  Speaker 1: get sense her heart beat accelerating. See the tremor in
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  Speaker 1: her hands. What are you doing, she stammered. You don't
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  Speaker 1: get to judge me, I screamed, my voice echoing down
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  Speaker 1: the otherwise peaceful street. You don't get to decide what's
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  Speaker 1: decent and what's not. Stay away from me. You're insane,
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  Speaker 1: she shouted back, fumbling with her keys. Am I scaring you, Emma,
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  Speaker 1: I yelled, stepping closer.
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  Speaker 2: Maybe now you'll learn what real fears like. Maybe you'll
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  Speaker 2: think twice before judging someone again. Her scream pierced the
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  Speaker 2: morning air. As neighbors opened doors and peered through curtains.
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  Speaker 2: Emma dropped her keys, trembling as she scrambled to retrieve them.
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  Speaker 1: Hell, someone call the police, she screamed. But my fury,
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  Speaker 1: once unleashed, wouldn't relent. Call them. See how you treat
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  Speaker 1: people who don't fit in your perfect little world. Two
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  Speaker 1: squad cars screeched to a halt, officers quickly stepping out.
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  Speaker 1: Put your hands where I can see them, one officer shouted,
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  Speaker 1: his hand resting cautiously on his holster. I lifted the
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  Speaker 1: chucky doll above my head, laughing, literally, you can arrest
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  Speaker 1: me for being different. Drop whatever's in your hand and
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  Speaker 1: step back now, the officer commanded, sharply. Emma was now
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  Speaker 1: safely behind the second officer, pointing at me. He's dangerous,
• 12:40
  Speaker 1: he threatened me. I dropped the doll, the plastic clattering
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  Speaker 1: loudly against the asphalt. Raising my hands, I stood defiantly,
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  Speaker 1: allowing them to cuff me without resistance. As the cold
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  Speaker 1: metal tightened around my wrists. I looked straight at Emma.
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  Speaker 1: This won't change who I am, I said, quietly. Remember that.
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  Speaker 1: Inside the police car, I watched the streets slowly turn
• 13:04
  Speaker 1: to normal neighbors retreating behind their doors. Emma stood hugging herself,
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  Speaker 1: talking animatedly to the officers, Yet a subtle uncertainty lingered
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  Speaker 1: in her eyes. Then one evening, a knock startled me,
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  Speaker 1: opening my door cautiously. I was surprised to see Emma
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  Speaker 1: standing there. She looked different, less assured, less aggressive. What
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  Speaker 1: do you want, I asked, She hesitated, her eyes meeting
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  Speaker 1: mine briefly before dropping to the ground. I wanted to apologize,
• 13:40
  Speaker 1: I stared, unsure of how to respond. I overreacted, she
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  Speaker 1: continued quietly. I judged you unfairly. I've thought a lot
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  Speaker 1: about it since then, and you didn't deserve what I said.
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  Speaker 1: A strange feeling watched over me. Why the change? Emma
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  Speaker 1: shifted and uncomfortably, meeting my eyes with honesty, because you
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  Speaker 1: made me see something i'd forgotten, freedom, living without fear
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  Speaker 1: or judgment. Emma began to visit me, often, initially just curious,
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  Speaker 1: watching silently as I painted my face, dancing wildly to
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  Speaker 1: chaata beats and expressing myself without restraint. Soon enough, her
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  Speaker 1: curiosity ignited into participation. Together, we painted ourselves with vibrant,
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  Speaker 1: fearless colors. Emma's laughter echoed freely, her hesitation replaced by raw,
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  Speaker 1: unfiltered joy. Tattoos began to find her way in her skin,
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  Speaker 1: symbols of newfound liberation. But the neighbors didn't appreciate her transformation.
• 14:45
  Speaker 1: Whispers grew louder, judgmental, eyes harsher, and no one was
• 14:50
  Speaker 1: more critical than her husband Mark. Then one evening, the
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  Speaker 1: tension erupted violently. I heard screams echoing from Emma's house,
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  Speaker 1: and I rushed across the street, Bursting through the unlocked door,
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  Speaker 1: I found Mark gripping Emma by her hair, his voice
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  Speaker 1: a storm of fury. Enough of this madness, Emma, he roared,
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  Speaker 1: pulling her roughly.
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  Speaker 2: Look at you. You're humiliating me, humiliating us. Change back
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  Speaker 2: to who you were.
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  Speaker 1: Emma's eyes blazed with defiance and anger. I won't be
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  Speaker 1: your perfect little puppet again. He tugged harder, causing her
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  Speaker 1: to scream and pain. Something inside Emma snacked with shocking
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  Speaker 1: speed and fury. She lunged at him, her hands, finding
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  Speaker 1: his throat, crushing heart. Mark gasped, his eyes wide and
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  Speaker 1: shock and terror, choking under her grip. Emma stop, I shouted,
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  Speaker 1: stepping forward, her face wild and fierce softened as her
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  Speaker 1: eyes met mine. This isn't the way. Slowly in her
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  Speaker 1: hands kings and Mark felt a coughing desperately for I
• 15:59
  Speaker 1: can't stay here, she whispered, her body trembling from adrenaline beer.
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  Speaker 1: Then we won't, I replied softly. We'll leave this place behind.
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  Speaker 1: That night, beneath the moonless sky, we packed only the
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  Speaker 1: essentials and set off, weaving behind the neighborhood. It's suffocating
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  Speaker 1: normalcy and our past lives. On the morning of March fifth,
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  Speaker 1: twenty twenty four, a Florida woman faced a bizarre and
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  Speaker 1: terrifying encounter on our way to work. Ruth Bullard seventy
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  Speaker 1: four called nine one one after a man wearing a
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  Speaker 1: crown of thorns and carrying a pignotta began screaming profanities
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  Speaker 1: on her. The incident left her emotionally shaken and in tears.
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  Speaker 1: Authorities identified the suspect at Reverori Zopeth, thirty seven, a
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  Speaker 1: known local offender with a lengthy criminal record. Zoppeth denied
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  Speaker 1: any wrongdoing, claiming he was only singing and dancing his
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  Speaker 1: leprechaun song. Arrested for disorderly conduct, he was booked in
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  Speaker 1: the jail on one hundred and fifty dollars bond. Just
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  Speaker 1: days earlier, he had pleaded no contest at threatening patrons
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  Speaker 1: at a deli, as it they refused to give him money.
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  Speaker 3: When we moved to the new villa, we had no
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  Speaker 3: idea just what we were getting ourselves into. It was
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  Speaker 3: a stunning, luxurious manner and the higher end part of town,
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  Speaker 3: the kind of place you had only ever dream of
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  Speaker 3: owning as a child. But for a wealthy and respected
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  Speaker 3: family like us williams Is it was perfect. From the outside,
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  Speaker 3: it looked like any other nineteenth century villa, with a
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  Speaker 3: beautiful white stone facade pillars, and huge bay windows looking
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  Speaker 3: out into the expanse of land around it. But inside
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  Speaker 3: told a different story. We had no clue about its
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  Speaker 3: real history, about the dark secrets waiting to be spilled
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  Speaker 3: from the shadows. Things seemed fine when we first moved in, myself,
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  Speaker 3: my wife, and her daughter. Waking up to those stunning
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  Speaker 3: views in a beautiful old house was the picture of perfection. Naturally,
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  Speaker 3: it was an old house and had its own quirks,
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  Speaker 3: its creaks and groans, the soft howl of the wind
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  Speaker 3: through the roof, and its echoing footsteps. But at first
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  Speaker 3: we thought nothing of it. The old houses did make
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  Speaker 3: noises until the whisper started. I would wake in the
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  Speaker 3: middle of the night, hearing a voice be close to
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  Speaker 3: my ear, even when my wife was still fast asleep,
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  Speaker 3: tucked into the covers on the other side of the bed.
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  Speaker 3: You regret this, the voice would speak, in a haunting whisper,
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  Speaker 3: barely audible over my own thumping heart.
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  Speaker 1: You don't belong here.
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  Speaker 3: At first, I thought I was imagining it, like I
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  Speaker 3: was caught somewhere between dream and reality, and was hearing
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  Speaker 3: voices conjured by my own mind.
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  Speaker 1: But those whispers.
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  Speaker 3: Followed me out of my dreams and into my waking
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  Speaker 3: reality too.
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  Speaker 1: You shouldn't be here.
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  Speaker 3: This house doesn't belong to you. The voice sounded like
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  Speaker 3: it belonged to a young boy, but it was difficult
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  Speaker 3: to make out when the whispers were always so faint,
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  Speaker 3: more like a breath on the back of my neck
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  Speaker 3: or dancing along my cheek. It was only ever me
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  Speaker 3: who heard them, too, when I was alone or when
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  Speaker 3: everyone else was asleep. I casually brought it up to
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  Speaker 3: my wife one morning, but she just looked at me
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  Speaker 3: like I was crazy and brushed it off as nothing
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  Speaker 3: stressed from the move she said flippantly, and that was
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  Speaker 3: the end of it. But the longer we stayed in
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  Speaker 3: the villa, the more I felt as though we weren't alone.
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  Speaker 3: It wasn't just the whispers, flickers of movement in the
• 19:44
  Speaker 3: corner of my eye, glimpses in the mirror, shadows that
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  Speaker 3: didn't belong. I tried to ignore it as much as
• 19:49
  Speaker 3: I could, until one day my own daughter came to
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  Speaker 3: me crying about seeing a strange boy standing in the
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  Speaker 3: corner of a room. Fearing we had an intruder, I
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  Speaker 3: rushed to her bedroom. I threw open the door, but
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  Speaker 3: there was nobody there. I even checked in her bed
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  Speaker 3: and inside the closet, but both were empty. She pointed
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  Speaker 3: to the corner of her room.
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  Speaker 1: Her eyes wide and glassy.
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  Speaker 3: That's where he was, Daddy, a boy was standing there.
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  Speaker 3: I'm not lying about a month after moving in, we
• 20:20
  Speaker 3: started finding the letters. They would be sitting out in
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  Speaker 3: the kitchen table or unassumingly play scenarios where we would
• 20:26
  Speaker 3: find them. They were more like notes, really scribbled and
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  Speaker 3: blotting ink that looked dull, But it's what the letter
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  Speaker 3: said that hadnerved.
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  Speaker 1: Us the most.
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  Speaker 3: I'm watching you. You don't belong here.
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  Speaker 1: Leave before it's too late.
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  Speaker 3: Whoever was leaving these notes, they were putting them directly
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  Speaker 3: inside the house, which meant someone was breaking in to
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  Speaker 3: leave us these strange, threatening messages. And for what reason,
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  Speaker 3: because they didn't want us living there. It made no sense.
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  Speaker 3: The letters gradually began to grow worse. They started detailing
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  Speaker 3: things that nobody else should know about us, mentioning the
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  Speaker 3: activities my daughter had been doing the day before, or
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  Speaker 3: giving a detailed description of my wife's clothes throughout the day,
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  Speaker 3: including some very personal details. It was like someone was
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  Speaker 3: inside the house, watching her every move and making sure
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  Speaker 3: we knew it. I went as far as setting up
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  Speaker 3: a brand new security system and every night come through
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  Speaker 3: every single room in the house searching for an intruder.
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  Speaker 3: But I found nothing. There was no possible way anyone
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  Speaker 3: could be leaving these letters, and yet we kept finding them.
• 21:37
  Speaker 3: Between the whispering voices, the threatening notes, in the shadow
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  Speaker 3: constantly hanging over me, I was starting to lose it.
• 21:44
  Speaker 3: I couldn't stay in this house any longer. The last
• 21:53
  Speaker 3: straw came when I was working in my office one
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  Speaker 3: afternoon and heard my daughter scream from outside. I dropped
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  Speaker 3: everything I was doing and ran out to see what
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  Speaker 3: had happened. I found my daughter sprawled out in the grass,
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  Speaker 3: sobbing hysterically. Assuming she'd been injured. I ran over to her.
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  Speaker 3: What happened did you fall?
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  Speaker 1: Are you injured?
• 22:13
  Speaker 3: I asked in a panic. She sobbed, raising her hand
• 22:18
  Speaker 3: the well. I saw him in the well. She was
• 22:22
  Speaker 3: pointing towards the well we had at the very edge
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  Speaker 3: of the garden. It had been sealed off, but some
• 22:27
  Speaker 3: of the bricks had started to crumble, leaving gaping holes.
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  Speaker 3: What are you talking about, I asked the boy I
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  Speaker 3: saw in my room, I saw him in the well.
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  Speaker 3: I didn't understand how that could be possible, but I
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  Speaker 3: told her to stay where she was while I went
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  Speaker 3: to investigate. My heart fluttered in my chest as I
• 22:48
  Speaker 3: approached the crumbling structure, digging my phone out of my
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  Speaker 3: pocket and switching on the flashlight function. I stood at
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  Speaker 3: the edge of the well and shined my phone into
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  Speaker 3: the gaps of the brick. Thing down there but dark,
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  Speaker 3: stagnant water. But just as I turned off my flashlight
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  Speaker 3: and pulled away, I thought for a fraction of a
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  Speaker 3: second that I might have saw a face peering up
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  Speaker 3: at me from the dark water below. There was something
• 23:17
  Speaker 3: unnatural happening here at the villa, and I didn't want
• 23:20
  Speaker 3: to put my family at risk any longer. We moved
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  Speaker 3: out a few weeks later. It was sad to say
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  Speaker 3: goodbye to such a beautiful manner, but the inside was
• 23:29
  Speaker 3: full of dark shadows and eerie whispers, and I knew
• 23:33
  Speaker 3: we couldn't stay there. In twenty fourteen, the Broadest family
• 23:38
  Speaker 3: purchased a dream home in Westfield, New Jersey, only to
• 23:41
  Speaker 3: be thrust into a nightmare. The mysterious letters began arriving
• 23:45
  Speaker 3: signed by the Watcher, who claimed to have been monitoring
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  Speaker 3: the house for decades. These cryptic notes included eerie details
• 23:53
  Speaker 3: about the family and their children, calling them young blood.
• 23:58
  Speaker 3: As the letters grew more threatening, the family's fear intensified.
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  Speaker 3: Despite police investigations and neighborhood scrutiny, the identity of the
• 24:07
  Speaker 3: Watcher remained a mystery. Unable to live in the house,
• 24:11
  Speaker 3: the broadest Is eventually sold it at a loss. To
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  Speaker 3: this day, the chilling case remains unsolved.